Father’s Parker Pen

Father’s Parker Pen                      

I clutch his hand- 

written answers 

requesting reparations

to the German 

government—

sweaty fingers 

cannot release  

documents

written 51 years ago

His blunt answers 

to curt questions

sandwiched between 

archival love 

disintegrate.

Father, I found the wooden

spoon your fingers hand carved 

in a concentration camp 

so you can eat.

What are you looking for?